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I couldn't get an answer  from your door, so went  round the back, but the curtains  were still drawn  and I couldn't see.  I 'd seen you the evening before:  you talked of Shakespeare  and brushing up your Latin;  and your daughter came,  and my daughter came to clean,  and another friend dropped by  unaware you were soon to die.  You had talked with me  of your army days,  before the war  and through it;  of your youth  and childhood days and school;of the Glasgow  gang boys you trained  to be better men and soldiers; and the helping of the parish priest  with his Latin;  me you treated like a son,  and I you as a grandfather  I no longer had.  You died dear friend, the night before  the morning that I came  to knock and wait.  Wait for me my friend  when I die and meet my end.
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Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 3:44 PM UTC
Jim's Demise 2007
I couldn't get an answer  from your door, so went  round the back, but the curtains  were still drawn  and I couldn't see.  I 'd seen you the evening before:  you talked of Shakespeare  and brushing up your Latin;  and your daughter came,  and my daughter came to clean,  and another friend dropped by  unaware you were soon to die.  You had talked with me  of your army days,  before the war  and through it;  of your youth  and childhood days and school;of the Glasgow  gang boys you trained  to be better men and soldiers; and the helping of the parish priest  with his Latin;  me you treated like a son,  and I you as a grandfather  I no longer had.  You died dear friend, the night before  the morning that I came  to knock and wait.  Wait for me my friend  when I die and meet my end.
A friend's death in 2007
TerryCollett
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Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 3:44 PM UTC
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